One Hundred Merrie And Delightsome Stories
“ The husband entered first, and saw his wife in the arms of the curé who was forging as hard as he could. The goldsmith cried; “Die, die, scoundrel! What brings you here?” The curé was surprised and alarmed, and begged for mercy. “Silence, rascally priest, or I will kill you on the spot!” “Oh, neighbour have mercy, for God’s sake,” said the curé; “do with me whatever you like.” “By my father’s soul! before I let you go I will make you so that you will never want to hammer on any feminine anvil again. Get up, and let yourself be bound, unless you wish to die!” ”
